I walk across a meadow,
Almost empty but for me,
As I see a white dove,
Perched in a Dogwood tree
That struck me as odd, but no more
Than the scene I saw below.
A lion on the right, a lamb on the left
Yet no hostility was shown.
The lamb and lion spoke as one
and my heart skipped a beat,
saying, "Look around you,
and let us be a lamp unto your feet."
I looked around curiously,
at that wonderful place.
Then I gasped and realised that
it was soon to be the end of days.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Sin
Sin is a mosquito,
Annoying and searching for prey.
And what else damage it can do, noone knows,
But there is a remedy, best if applied every day.
It repels the swarms, sending them back
to their dank, dark lair,
Having been denied their snack.
So, to repel sin use prayer.
Annoying and searching for prey.
And what else damage it can do, noone knows,
But there is a remedy, best if applied every day.
It repels the swarms, sending them back
to their dank, dark lair,
Having been denied their snack.
So, to repel sin use prayer.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Love is a three-legged race
Love is a three-legged race,
where cooperation works best.
You have to keep a steady pace,
or you will have to take a rest.
If you rush things, no good will come,
and this is a race you don't want to lose.
So take it slow, walk don't run.
Love or no love, which do you choose?
where cooperation works best.
You have to keep a steady pace,
or you will have to take a rest.
If you rush things, no good will come,
and this is a race you don't want to lose.
So take it slow, walk don't run.
Love or no love, which do you choose?
What is lost?
What is gained, but a cold,
From standing in a storm?
What is lost, but illness,
from entering the warm?
What is given, but sorrow,
by a greedy man?
What is taken back,
but by its master's hand?
From standing in a storm?
What is lost, but illness,
from entering the warm?
What is given, but sorrow,
by a greedy man?
What is taken back,
but by its master's hand?
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
My goal
Through this blog I simply aim to put my art and poetry on the web for all to see. I don't think I'm all that good, but I might be. One's opinion of themself is often clouded. For most they think they are better than they are, but I think that I'm not as good as people tell me I am. Well, anyway, I'll post drawings soon, along with my poems.
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